Momotaro squatted in the bunker. Every time a shell from the Indian army hit the bunker, the bunker shook. His eardrums roared, and dust fell "puff" and "puff" along the wood supporting the fortification.

After glancing at his younger brother who was squatting in the corner, Momotaro moved his body next to Momotaro. He grabbed his younger brother's hand and shook it tightly.

"Beep...! Beep...!" The whistle sounded.

"Quick! Get out! Get out! Bring ammunition! Don't bring food, you pig." The sergeant shouted loudly at the entrance of the fortification.

The air was full of earthy smell. Momotaro dragged Momotjiro and ran forward with all his strength. After turning a few turns, an exit finally appeared in the dark passage. Everyone ran towards the light, and no one liked to be treated.

In the dark, people are not mice.

My eyes suddenly lit up, and the dazzling sunlight made my eyes unable to see clearly.

"The soldiers of the Kingdom of Heaven have handed over the position to us. Even if we die, we must hold the position. This is related to the glory of the soldiers of the Land of the Rising Sun. Amaterasu will bless you." Hatamoto's roar came to my ears.

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There were hands behind them constantly pushing the two brothers, so they could only run along with the flow of people.

Finally, I could see something clearly. There were craters everywhere after the explosion of artillery shells. A thin layer of soil was spread in the trench, and one foot was deep and the other was shallow. Running in such a place was particularly strenuous, so Momotaro gave me a hand.

Momojiro and the two brothers were lying at the corner of a trench.

"This is it!" Momotaro found that the craters here were relatively dense. He had been in the position twice without dying, so he naturally knew that the shells would not always hit the same place.

"Brother, I'm scared!" Momojiro raised the gun to the front with trembling hands, and opened the safety with trembling hands.

"Silly brother, don't be afraid. Look at the corpses in front of the battle. They are all Indians killed by the Chinese soldiers. If the Chinese soldiers beat them to death, we will also beat them to death." Momotaro pointed to the corpses and encouraged his brother.

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"But brother, those are soldiers from the country above. They are better than us!"

"Don't think so much. Unscrew the cap of the grenade. You won't have time to unscrew the back cover calmly in a while." Momotaro taught his younger brother while unscrewing the back cover of the grenade.

"Oh!" Momojiro was on the battlefield for the first time. He took out a grenade from his backpack and began to twist the back cover of the grenade tremblingly.

"Bang!" A mortar shell exploded more than ten meters away, scaring Momojiro into squatting down.

"Don't do this! The Indian mortars are not accurate, and the shrapnel cannot hit the trenches. If you are seen like this by the sergeant, you will be whipped. We are soldiers of the land of the rising sun, don't give Amaterasu

The great master is embarrassed. He picked up the gun, and the Indians rushed up." Momotaro picked up the gun and forced it into his brother's hand, but his eyes glanced at the sergeant in the distance. If the sergeant saw this scene, Momotaro would definitely

Get whipped.

"Oh!" Momojiro picked up the gun again, took a deep breath, put it on his shoulder and aimed at the charging enemy in front.

Many guys in shit-yellow military uniforms with turbans on their heads appeared in the distance. Are these Indians? Momojiro looked at those swarthy faces, why are the people here so dark? It must be because of the sun, the weather here,

It's simply unbearable.

My mind was filled with random thoughts, and I actually forgot to be afraid.

A bullet flying over his head woke up Momojiro, this was a fucking battlefield.

"Aim! Wait for the sergeant to shoot first. If he shoots, we will follow suit." Momotaro warned in a low voice.

"Oh! Got it." Momojiro responded, pressing the butt of the gun firmly against his shoulder. This is what his brother taught him. The butt of the gun is pressed tightly against his shoulder, so that he will not be too painfully hit by the butt. Otherwise, it will be a day.

After the battle, his shoulder would be bruised and bruised by the gun butt.

The Indians were very close. Not only could they hear their roars, but they could even see their distorted faces and white teeth. The distance was already less than fifty meters, and the hearts of all the Japanese soldiers were in their throats.

"Bang!" The first shot was fired on the sniper position, and the Japanese soldiers began to fire volleys of "crackling" shots.

There were many Indian soldiers in the front row, falling to the ground like wooden piles.

"Ah!" the Indian soldiers howled, firing and charging.

Momotaro aimed at an Indian soldier, hooked his finger, and a guy behind him immediately fell to the ground. Momotaro was helpless, and he didn't know whether he was too lucky or the guy was too unlucky. Momotaro, who was beside him, released the gun in his hand randomly.

One shuttle, not even a hair was caught.

"Aim hard and hold your breath when you shoot."

"Got it!" Momojiro agreed, loaded a row of bullets with a bang, and held his breath according to his brother's instructions. "Pop!" There was a gunshot, and a small shit-yellow dot was covered more than thirty meters away.

He fell down on his stomach.

"That's right! Just do it."

Momojiro felt that the blood all over his body was burning, and the gun in his hand kept firing.

There was gunfire here for a while, and a sharp whistle began to sound behind them. Then a huge column of smoke rose behind the Indians. Every time a shell fell on the ground, the earth seemed to tremble. Those who were hiding underground were hiding from the gunfire.

This was the first time in a long time that Momojiro saw a cannonball explode in the sun.

The Indian was lifted up by the air wave of the shell, and his broken body flew as high as ten stories, and then hit the ground hard. In just a few seconds, a big living person turned into a big living person.

A broken and broken body with missing arms.

The artillery fire created a fire net directly behind the Indians. Any Indian who tried to break through the fire net was torn into pieces by the artillery fire. Soon, the thick smoke rising into the sky covered the sky and the sun. Both sides could not see the other side even more clearly.

There were only those Indian soldiers trapped inside by artillery fire.

The Indian soldiers who lost the cover behind them were pressed into a depression and were used as targets. One Indian soldier completely collapsed. He raised his rifle high and knelt down facing the Ming army's position.

A bullet accurately passed through his head.

"Brother! They surrendered."

"The sergeant's order is to kill every Indian soldier you encounter. Next time you encounter a similar situation, you must kill them first."

"What's wrong with surrendering? What if someone pretends to surrender among the crowd and shoots you during the chaos? Do you still have a chance to regret it? You'd rather kill the wrong person than let it go, shoot and kill them all." Momotaro pressed the gun.

He fired a row of bullets and taught his brother a lesson.

"Oh! Got it." Momojiro's magazine was already empty, and he squatted in the trench and started loading bullets hurriedly.
Chapter completed!